Triangle Offense

1: Torae]
 You fucking with the best in the Borough
 The Barrel Brothers of Brooklyn
 Ain't nobody give us a lane, fuck it we took one
 Niggas was hooked from the door, peep Skylar and Tor'
 More like Walter White and Jesse the way we cook it up pure
 And Sha distributed it raw, nothing cut nothing stepped on
 Look like the days of the narcoleptic execs gone way
 Niggas was slept on
 Fuck it he kept going, every sixteen that I breathe gimme a Flex bomb
 Came up deliver it mean, that's word to Hex mom
 I'm bout my team my nigga eff y'alls
 This upper echelon squeeze till every clip in the tec's gone
 Fuck wit a broad until the check gone, ex con
 Present day, Rover Range matte black switching lanes
 Necklace glisten chains, overseas switching planes
 You ain't incarcerated get ya chain
 Cause F.T.R.I.A. came to click and bang
 Get 'em mayne
 Got em where they calling me Tyson in 86'
 I get that involved when handing off to make 'em flip
 Know I handle bars like handle bars and play the grips
 Turn the cannon on and handle y'alls when I'm laying dick
 My rep as great as it gets
 I'm young, pretty, I hit hard
 I'm the best shape of my life I'm on my lift off
 My fan base is going state to state in a zip car
 My only down fall is my belt is covered in lip gloss
 Play the nickels and nines made a grip on the side
 But dance all on the base I'm Jadakiss to the Stuy
 My mans cornered the base like they was kicking a rhyme
 And ya hands all on ya face as you wait to get you a line
 Two for one, double meaning, and double what we is
 The doors open when floors open shoving the key in
 The more dope that I toss over just showing me is
 That your flows is your throat juggling me in
 No one on Earth is dope as we
 See my flows forbidden
 I'm as slick as the serpent that spoke the Eve
 Move with no religion
 I can walk in church just rolling weed
 Lord I'm only kidding
 Please look at the person I've grown to be
 Peep my soul has risen
 I've driven through Hell fir
 My life was flame infested
 I've passed and I've failed some tests and escaped from a jailing sentence
 In the belly of the beast jumping rope with whale intestines
 I was Jonah now I'm over your head you can feel my presence
 My curses appear as blessings
 So I laugh at any man
 That would oppose me knows that I'll attack 'em where they stand
 These dudes spit garbage like they salivary glands
 Come from sanitary vans they got imaginary fans
 I hit beaches in the winter I get January tans and
 Bitches call me winner I put passion in they pants
 I'm an advocate for abstinence cause no ones effing with me
 I will stab you with a javelin for acting like you can
 My district flips fools
 Quick trip if you
 Spit sick, switch hit, jab, stick, stick move
 Misfit, pricks get, bitch [?] tunes, 6-6-6-you
 TICK TICK TICK BOOM!